heathen’s kiss

She gasped at the sudden tug on her hair, this time with more strength as she was forced flush against him. Under other circumstances she expressly did not like her hair pulled, but something about his use of it to move her around, to place her where he wanted her sent a shock of excitement through her system. She was more than putty in his hands, she was helpless in a way. But because she trusted his intentions, trusted that should she protest he would stop, she found it thrilling to be subjected to his whim. A muffled 'mhmm' was all she could could manage before it morphed into something caught between a moan and a cry of pain. Her back arched, pressing herself as close to him as she could, fingers digging into his back as her eyes squeezed closed at the sensation. It left her almost dazed, being so unexpected, and she felt her knees getting a bit weak, her hold on him the only thing keeping her on her feet. Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself